Editor’s note: Seeing this story, it seems to be placed in it, a weird story, which is terrifying.

The hour hand is already pointing to midnight, and I feel very tired and put down the book in my hand. I stretched my sore waist and lay down on the bed, reaching out to turn off the light. The latest chapter was swallowed up in the room by the huge darkness, and I slowly closed my eyes. I don’t know how long it took, in my hazy state of being half asleep and half awake, suddenly my heart trembled, and a huge chill spread all over my body in an instant. On the hot summer night, I was in a cold storage at this moment. I was sure that the temperature around me had plummeted to below zero. I couldn’t help but shiver, and I was completely awake. I gave a bad cry, and wanted to quickly reach out to turn on the light, but it was too late…

No matter how hard I tried, my arm and my hand did not move at all. I panicked and stretched my legs hard, my goodness, where are my legs? My two legs are like being nailed to the bed. A huge fear spread in my heart, and I began to shout desperately, but my throat was like a piece of wood stuffed with only a terrifying “sizzling” sound; I wanted to open it Look at what happened in this room, but I lost the strength to open my eyes. I clearly feel the cold sweat like thousands of bugs crawling around on me unscrupulously, but I can do nothing. I struggled in vain time and time again, and I knew that my body was no longer under my control. My brain is spinning fast, is it a dream? I asked myself in my heart. No, I immediately rejected this absurd idea, because my thinking is so clear and rational at the moment. As an atheist and a materialist, I can’t help but think of a word: ghost.

The more I think about it, the more I am afraid that my whole body is shaking like chaff, but more terrifying things are still underneath, just when my thinking is spinning sharply, Suddenly, I felt my head sank as if being severely pressed by a huge rock, and my whole body seemed to be covered by a heavy mountain. Immediately, a pair of strange ‘hands’ pinched my throat tightly. No, although I can’t see it, I can clearly feel that it is not a pair of ‘hands’. At least it’s not a pair of hands. What kind of hands are they? Cold and bitter, strange and impermanent. I seem to feel that something invisible is clearly grinning at me before my eyes. I felt a huge suffocation, my breathing became more and more rapid and heavier, and my sober consciousness became blurred. I know I’m over, no longer struggle in vain, maybe when the morning sun rises from the east and people see me, I have become a straight zombie.

Tears flow down my cheeks, I don’t want to die, I’m still very young, and I am still very nostalgic for this world, but why does such a strange and terrifying thing happen? On me? The survival instinct allows me to use the remaining intentionConsciousness strives to make one’s own thinking work. Suddenly, my heart moved. I remembered a word that a Christian once said to me, he said, ‘When you are in the most critical moment, shout out: Lord, come and save me’. Now I have to try anyway, so I exhausted my strength and shouted from the bottom of my heart: Lord Jesus, come and save me. Then I didn’t think about anything, lying there quietly waiting for death.

A miracle happened. The evil power that controlled me was instantly annihilated. I bounced off the bed and quickly turned on the lights. Everything was back to normal. I Sitting on the bed panting in shock. I scanned the entire room, and there was nothing unusual about the doors and windows closed. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and walked to the mirror. In the mirror was a pale and bloodless face in panic. Suddenly, I saw a long red pinch mark on my neck. I took a deep breath and sank to sit on the bed, sluggish eyes wandering around the room. Suddenly, my eyes were fixed on the wall behind the door. A small wooden cross hung on the wall. In such a peaceful room, it was shaking slightly and shaking…